"You'll move out as soon as possible. We'll be on our way as soon as we have these horses shod."
Drew doubted that. What he had seen in the streets suggested that it was not going to be easy to pry most of the company out of Calhoun in a hurry, but that was Campbell's problem. "I'll need couriers," he said aloud. It was an advance scout's privilege to have riders to send back with information.
Campbell hesitated as if he would protest and then agreed. "You have men picked?"
"Kirby and Barrett. Kirby's had scout experience; Barrett knows part of this country and rides light."
"All right, Kirby and Barrett. You ready to ride, Hart?"
The other trooper nodded, picked up a set of extra horseshoes, and went out of the smithy. Campbell had one last word for Drew.
"We'll angle south from here to hit the Cumberland River some ten miles north of Cadiz, Hart knows where. This time of year it ought to be easy crossin'. But the Tennessee—" he shook his head—"that is goin' to be the hard one. Learn all you can about conditions and where it's best to hit that...."
Drew found Hart already mounted, Kirby and Boyd waiting.
"Hart says we're ridin' out," the Texan said. "Goin' to cover the high lines?"
"Scout, yes. South of here. River crossin's comin' up."